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Today August starts a full morning preschool art program! That means I get three (that’s 3!) full hours to myself once a week. I can’t explain how excited I am. He’s pretty pumped too.

Two nights in a row of dinners with new friends. New friends = good.

We got our car back with a clean, pretty, non-shattered window! And who needs a GPS anyway? I’m thankful for google maps.

Speaking of Google maps, I’m thankful that my husband finally caved in and agreed that after two years with no printer, we should finally purchase one. Thanks, Christopher. I know it was not your favorite thing to spend our money on. I will be such a sweet wife from now on. Promise.

Yesterday, while I separated laundry and August played with dangerous found objects in our building’s laundry room, he climbed onto a step while I wasn’t watching and yelled: “I tall like Dada! Mama, I tall like Dada!” How can I not be thankful for that?

On behalf of my husband, I will be thankful that he recently discovered a new word: tergiversation, (a synonym for “betrayal”) which he saw AGAIN last night in an article. In our book nerd house, new vocabulary is a cause for celebration. (As I type he is looking up its etymology. Book. Nerd.)

I’m grateful for yesterday’s rainy afternoon and an excuse to finally organize my bills and clean up my desk. I love that feeling of accomplishment.

Last night my dear friend Cat ate dinner in Radnor, PA a group of high school juniors whom I love and miss. I’m grateful for her faithfulness to them. Sometimes I have this slight inkling of what Paul the apostle felt like when he left a church behind in his travels. There are days my heart aches for those high school kids. I know it’s cheesy to say that the person who took over your job is waaaay better at it than you ever could have been. But I don’t care. It’s Thankful Tuesday. Friends, Cat’s ability to inspire and love and communicate the transforming message of Christ is stunning. Yes, she’s better at it than I ever was. I’m thankful.

Mostlly, my thankfulness feels pretty simple. I’m grateful for food and a home and my family. And I’m grateful for this blog. Thanks for being here with me everyday. I like you guys.

About Micha

Welcome to Mama Monk. I'm Micha (pronounced "MY-cah"). Around here we talk about motherhood, monasticism and the miraculous possibility that prayer might be a lot more simple than we originally thought. (Also, we like dark chocolate and poetry.)